"Why is he pretending?"
Hua Wushuang frowned and looked at Li Bielang.
"I can't say for sure, it's just a gut feeling."
Li Bielang also had no evidence; it was purely intuition, because he sensed that Li Feng was like him.
He was not the type to be ostentatious.
If Li Feng saw Li Bielang, he might feel a sense of camaraderie. Li Feng had missed two consecutive battles, not intending to stand out and become the focus.
Don't forget, Li Feng also had a nickname, Hidden Dragon.
When the blade is drawn, it shines brilliantly.
But once it's sheathed, it naturally becomes low-key and restrained.
Li Feng never wanted to be at the center of attention.
"Who's there?"
The moment a sea breeze blew in through the glass door of the Know-It-All's room, he looked up.
"No need to be nervous, it's me."
"Li Feng!"
The Know-It-All looked in surprise at the "seriously injured" Li Feng: "Weren't you severely injured by Hua Wushuang? How are you in my room?"
